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They look like blood vessels. From the four corners of the people and cars, scrap dealers and have access to reconstruction have plundered my garden sits men. Horn playing the way they want. To keep up. Maybe people will not be there when the place has always been there, who knows. It is why we are always in a hurry not, who knows.

All colors are trying to intimidate me. My aunt pink is the baggy pants, and then stuck to the wrecker's bleached gray hair in peşmür dirt, rotten place, repeatedly yolk mashed banana. A young girl, ear headset, walking smiles, I smile. Inside the ılınıy. I turn my head towards the right, I always encounter the same island. Must have been looking at me, I try not to look at it that way. Of nice not to feel that they face. The young lady in the minibus, in one hand, baby, baby trying to open the car, but in that case, a kind of can not. I am far from her vulgar. They're watching is not at hand none of the men standing there quietly. I help run the place where I can not stand. Thanks. Looking at my face. I'm a little gocunuy. When I returned to sit in my place again, the man is sitting a couple I knew they were young. Even female pupils will be covered by the eyelids become almost black from top to bottom. Think with the mind of someone else, though, to see the world through someone else's eyes, a woman must have become accustomed to them. It hurts inside.

In general, these stop destination stop. Beautiful and well-dressed gentlemen and ladies from the beautiful seaside neighborhood, the poorest and the hair from the wilderness of the city jelly gentlemen and ladies shalwar meet here, drop. At that time they will see and feel the peace of being feels inside. That all the pieces of the puzzle as a whole is actually a complex although I'm starting to believe with all my heart. The layout is what sustains the world through this mess. Everyone is used to it, good or bad. More precisely a bus stops just in front of me at that moment. A man with a hat, handed in his sixties. two digits with the help of someone you have trouble even coming down. I think that this is a problem in the foot. There sunglasses. Then I try to look at side. Herself to feel bad. A little later, no one here? saying, I hear you calling line is not my face, even though it is for me. I perceive that it is blind. Please if you have one you can take me there will be a taxi stand right around the corner? Then I even kept the old man's hot hand. Sitting next to me just a little while ago, sitting next to the content controls to help young officers spoke of their abduction of two young helmet, taking stripped of his uncle. I was there hot, I'm playing the last notes of a light melody. All those in the noise.